Barney Blake, the Boy Privateer; or, The Cruise of the Queer FishJohnstone, Herrick
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Barney Blake, the Boy Privateer; or, The Cruise of the Queer Fish
Johnstone, Herrick
Dime novels; Privateering -- Fiction; Sea stories; United States -- History -- War of 1812 -- Fiction
But the bird ran only a few rods before she dropped and expired, and the
amateur hunter returned to his horse looking rather sheepish.
We killed about thirty birds altogether and took up our homeward way
with our horses heavily laden, after having enjoyed the novel sport
hugely.
We saw vast herds of guanacos, as well as a great many horses on our way
back, but we were in no condition to take up another chase, although the
opportunity was very tempting.
I here also had the opportunity of seeing, for the first time in my
life, that enormous bird, the Condor of the Andes. He had been feeding
upon some carrion a few rods in front of us, and, startled at our
approach, rose slowly up with a guttural cry and flew toward his
mountain home. I let off my gun at him at rather short range, I thought,
but without effect.
The reports of the size of this bird have been greatly exaggerated, but
I am sure this one was twice as large as the largest eagle I ever saw.
The condor flies higher than any other bird and is only found in the
Andes of South America--usually frequenting the most elevated and
inaccessible parts. Its strength is prodigious. Walgilka informed me
that it was not an unfrequent thing to see them seize upon and carry off
the guanaco; and this animal is of about equal weight I think with the
merino sheep.
CHAPTER X.
VALPARAISO.
In a few days after our ostrich-hunt, our preparations for leaving
Wellington Sound and our kind Patagonian friends were complete. Walgilka
was very pressing in his desire for us to defer our departure, promising
us all the hunting we could desire, but duty was duty, so we bade
farewell to him and his people, and hoisted sail.
The American Government had agents in the Chilian port of Valparaiso,
whom it was important for Captain Joker to see, and it was therefore
decided to make sail in that direction. Another inducement for entering
Valparaiso was our scarcity of hands, owing to the depletion our crew
had suffered through the many detachments we had been compelled to make
in the way of prize-crews. We hoped to obtain some recruits among the
merchantmen of Valparaiso. But there was even more difficulty in
entering this port than we had experienced at Rio, because the former
was then one of the principal rendezvous of the British Pacific
squadron, and we expected little mercy if we should be so unfortunate as
to run afoul of one of them.
Nevertheless, we had been so successful thus far that we were not by any
means specially apprehensive. We had not lost a single man since we
started. But now, on our way to Valparaiso, there was a little event
happened on board the Queer Fish, which, though it at first appeared
trifling, was afterward viewed in the light of importance.
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